I am what I’m striving to be

The life I envision is nearby

Aspirations become reality

Seeking art, travel and beauty

Want to sail, coast, move and fly

I am what I’m striving to be

Hard work pays off eventually

Patience is the product of time

Aspirations become reality

Decisions are challenging me

Pursuing clarity of mind

I am what I’m striving to be

Battling past anxieties

So that my future can be bright

Aspirations become reality

I’m selfish temporarily

Creating a space that is mine

I am what I’m striving to be

Aspirations become reality

There’s this Thing.
That verb.
Those truths
That everyone always
Alludes to
Yet no one ever
Says out loud.
Until maybe now…
Or now,
Or now,
Or now.

Or not.

Over-saturation
of the whole damn universe,
as if we finally imploded
or maybe expanded too far
and I’m tryin to relay all the messages
to the appropriate people,
all the scraps I collected
and every moment I felt present
to wrap them up
to convince one another
that this is all
purposefully intergalactic and
beyond human intention.
Often I hear the things I’m sayin
but they haven’t made sense yet
so I put them on paper,
should probably burn them,
just offer them up
like little sacrifices.
What else to do with all these words?
They never stop falling,
revolving,
they are my planets
and perhaps my black holes,
just snippets of other-worldly
celebrations
and catastrophes
wandering gracefully
through the galaxies.

Observing everyone, everything else
until I cannot see myself,
just riding on a cloud
hoping no one notices,
but everyone cares,
weighing social anxiety against ignorance
and deciding my temperament
will not accept my own
carelessness,
no matter that of others
but it soothes me
to think
that only I analyze down to the last detail,
maintaining a certain cool while I hide
the for reals
of what I feel,
cuz being passive is the trend
and I stopped trying (too hard);
fashion, music, poetry, education,
I don’t know what to focus on
first,
they say I should just enjoy myself,
join the crowd,
but the ultimate truth is mine
and my sensitivities are my own design.
So if you say I shouldn’t
care
what people think of me,
I counter that with well then,
why the fuck are you concerned with me?!

Here is the link to Seattle on Canvas, where my first 12 photographs are now for sale! You can choose exactly how you want them custom printed and framed.

Enjoy!

https://www.seattleoncanvas.com/artworks/gallery.php?cid=16797&group&p=1

*If you have a favorite photo of mine that you would like to be able to order a print of, let me know and I will add it to my Seattle on Canvas website.

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